Long ago I trained here, and thus I know the place quite well. When they come for me, I am prepared: my body may be covered with bruises, but I still have my head. Those thugs have no idea of what awaits them!
They lead me along the corridors, as we pass cells deep in obscurity. I force myself to ignore the cries of the victims, their tears, the sounds of persecution and torture. For if I cannot destroy them totally, at least I can punch a blow that will set them back for a long time. The thought makes me smile.
They stop, as expected. As the lead guard moves towards the gate I move slowly and by stealth a few inches to my left: my position has to be right. The guard unlocks the gate and holds it open. My retinue and I walk through it. As the guard shuts the gate close behind us I jumped swiftly on a big slab in front of the high window to my right.
I hear the sharp sound of their swords as they hit the stone: I am falling down the vertical well, and as I look up I see the flames of the explosion that wipes out all living things in the corridor above my head. My body hits the water and for a few minutes I fear to drown, then I see the light, the little beach, and the launch prepared all those years back, before the Inquisition captures me. I know that the slab is back in its place, the ancient Magus’ magic still worked long after his murder.